“I don’t know. Just ignore it.”
He chuckles softly, a sinful smirk appearing as he slowly pumps his hips a couple more times. But when there is a distinct knock this time, followed by the doorknob rattling, he freezes mid-thrust.
“Logan?” calls a squeaky, feminine voice. “Are you in there?”
My attention snaps to the door instantly, ice shooting through my veins before I meet Logan’s equally confused gaze.
“I thought they both left,”I mouth silently, only for him to shrug and shake his head before finally responding while still half-lodged inside me.
“Lexi? Everything okay?”
There’s a pause before she asks, “Do you have a second?”
Logan’s gaze is still locked with mine, and I shake my head a thousand times, ready to beg him not to say what he’s about to. But before I can get a word out, he’s calling out to her.
“Yeah, hold on.”
“Logan,”I groan indignantly. “Why?”
“She probably just lost her keys or something. I’ll be right back, and we can pick up where we left off,” he whispers.
Though I know he’s likely right, seeing as she’s supposed to head out for break today, I just glare at him. Especially when he pulls from me, leaving behind an empty feeling where he was just buried deep inside me.
But I catch his wrist before he can get off the bed, still scowling.
“You owe me the best blowjob of my life for this.”
“I’ll make it two,” he promises before pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss.
Then he’s out of bed, pulling on his underwear andmysweats before crossing over to the door. He shoots me a sexy little wink as he flicks the lock, and I just roll my eyes before pulling his comforter over my cock, before he drags the door open.
“Hey, Lex. I thought you—”
Lexi appears a second later, damn near flinging herself into Logan’s arms. He wraps them around her shoulders, half catching, half hugging him to her as he tries to remain steady onhis feet. There’s a choked sob coming from her as she buries her face in his neck, and he shoots me a panicked look.
“Lex, what—”
“Wyatt broke up with me.”
Twenty-Seven
Logan
My arms tighten around Lexi on instinct, clutching her against my bare chest while she sobs into my skin. Meanwhile, my brain is struggling to process the bombshell just dropped in the form of five words.
“Wyatt broke up with me.”
I hold Camden’s wide gaze as I attempt to soothe her, whispering soft nothings in her ear, but both of us are a bit like deer in headlights considering he’s still naked in my bed. I’m almost positive Lexi didn’t even see him when she flung herself—
She pulls back suddenly, only to let out a little squeak and cover her eyes.
“Oh, God. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—” She steps back, shaking her head and wiping her face. “I can talk to you later, Logan. I’m sorry, Cam—”
“Hey, hey, hey,” I chant softly, grabbing her by the shoulders and ducking to meet her gaze. “It’s okay. Just give me a second to get dressed, and we can go downstairs to talk, all right?”
Her lips roll inward, tears still streaming down her face, and she nods.
“Okay,” I whisper, rubbing my palms over her arms. “Wait for me down there. I’ll make you some tea.”
